Poetry and Short Fiction

so much
I was born to be good
cishet boy
nightwish was my jam
When I realized I wasn’t a good person
Cardstock Priest: A Short Story
Leaky Old Plumbing
I’m Bad With Death
it takes all kinds
Melt for Me, Necromancer
Despair is an ice cream scoop
Ice coats the world
Kent’s Not A Lizard, He’s A Stock Broker!: A Short Story
White Collar. Black Dog.
I always think I want to grow
You gray tease
Winter: a poem, based on Necromantic
Snake Men and Bad Kings
Books don’t write themselves
75 Million
The Monster’s Cane: A Short Story
I’ll Save You a Seat Next to Me Down Below: A Short Story
Tinted Glasses: A Short Story

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